"The more I know about men, the more I like dogs" -- Gloria Allred
Hi my friends,
The Mommy is making me make my post short tonight. I know you guys get tired of hearing me say the Mommy has been crying again but whenever she thinks about how much she misses Samantha and my brother Toby, still not readopted, she crys some more. Somebody asked the Mommy how old I was and the Mommy said Samantha died in January 2005 and she adopted me in February 2005 and I was 2 years old then so that would make me around 5 1/2 years old. The Mommy said it seems like yesterday when she adopted me, so she thinks of me as still being 2 years old. Then she said Samantha was almost 15 years old when she went to the Rainbow Bridge and on June 15 th, she would be 18 years old, if she was still here. All that calculating got her to crying big time. She said she would just die if she loses me and I told her "Mommy, I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere"
I should be the one crying.....I'm the one that just found out she is 5 1/2 years old.....you do the math....how old does that make me in human years? I hope Simba doesn't think I'm too old for him. Is there any doggie that will want me anymore....Boohoo.....now we're both crying!!
So the Mommy decided to makeup for making me cry about how old I am and brought me some Ham hoke bones. I perked up in no time at all when she said they for me!!,
Here I am waiting patiently for my bones.
Here are my bones!!!
Here I am resting after I chewed on my bones for about 3 hours---actually until it started to get dark outside & then the Mommy made me come into the house--of course I brought my bones inside--there's still some good chewing to be had.
Later....gotta go....my bones are calling me....Love Mona